Текст песни Little Hammer

Pounding away in the back of my head Until i've almost lost myself And those red and black patterns In which nothing happens Have made me sleep A beautiful voice is a nail Being pulled out of wood Carry on little hammer You were always my favourite toy When the world's dead to me In my soft ??? fortunate cushion of pins(?) Is a soldier Slicing thin(?) through(?) thin(?) The unfortunate truth sneaking in